Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 08:30:59 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Mandy the Missionary Girl-chapter 2

In chapter one of this story you were warned that sex play between two
minor siblings was going to take place. And sooner or later it really
will. But in the case of some siblings, it takes awhile to finally get up
the nerve.

Well, I take that back as both siblings apparently have gotten up their
nerve all right, but it's left up to the narrator to get everybody on the
same page. And THAT took some doing.

But anyway. As sex play between two minor siblings is EVENTUALLY going to
take place (not to even mention the two friends of the siblings), if
reading such material is illegal due to current place of residence or age
or anything ELSE, then please don't.

And now that I think of it, there is one event that happens in this very
chapter which could possibly be illegal to read about, and it might even
be illegal for the participants being read about (should you chose to do
so) to even be DOING it. Really. So do take that into consideration as
well.

And FINALLY, parts of this story were made up. I want to make that
perfectly clear. Just in case.


                   Mandy the Missionary Girl
                           chapter 2


The aborted checkup took place Tuesday night. So of course Saturday
seemed a long ways off. Plenty of time for Mandy to change her mind. I
kept expecting that, and by the next morning I was pretty sure she'd say
as much before the day was over. I was almost POSITIVE about this. Which
is why I didn't say anything to Nicky about it.

So that afternoon after school as we were walking up our driveway imagine
my surprise when she asked (in a conspirational tone of voice) "So you
talk to Nicky yet?"

"I didn't get a chance today, but I will" I fibbed.

"Well you better. It'll be fun, you'll see! So you will right?" and after
I said I would she said "OK then!" and took off running. And skipping.
Shoot, I was almost expecting her to turn a cartwheel. She had NEVER
acted that way, NEVER! (She didn't turn any cartwheels, as it was a very
unladylike thing to do, but just thinking about the possibility was
causing that funny tickle again.) (Or maybe it was her un-Mandy-like
behaviour, that and nothing else.) (Or maybe it was just the thought of
seeing her naked.)

Or maybe it was all of those things plus a few others. There obviously
was a lot I had to learn about that feeling, but I'd recently noticed
that there were certain words that would intensify it. Even if I just
thought them. "Naked" for instance. Or "panties". So had she actually
turned a cartwheel, I would have SEEN her panties. That's one good thing
about a fundamentalist upbringing, it doesn't take much to get excited.

Wednesdays during the school year were almost as bad as Sundays. Sunday
you couldn't do anything that was fun because it was the Sabbath.
Wednesday you couldn't do anything because soon as you got home you did
your chores, then you did your homework, then you ate, then you went to
Wednesday night prayer meeting. And by the time we finally got BACK from
prayer meeting it was almost time to go to bed. Sometimes it was PAST
that time. Which was mostly because of Sister Jackson who kept getting
either blessed or burdened (or both) during testimony time.

And that night she was burdened again. ESPECIALLY so. Which normally
would have caused a sinking feeling that I wasn't going to be able to
watch any TV period (I'd thought my first cuss words during one of her
testimonies) but on that night I was preoccupied. And figeting. With my
hand in my pocket. Oops.

Well, almost. Wetting my pants in church would never do. Nor was pitching
a tent all that advisable. Not a big one (it only went about 3 inches)
but still, it was there so I guessed I'd better cut it out. But it was
while she just kept going on and on and ON that I thought to myself, "If
she don't hush up in the next five minutes, tonight after I go to bed I'm
going out the window and I'll just MAKE myself pee. I will!"

I think she went about 18 1/2 more minutes. I changed my mind about going
out my window though. Fortunately, because I would have been out on the
roof as we lived in a two story house and my room was upstairs. So when
it happened I probably would have fallen right OFF that roof. What a way
to go.

I just HAD to keep messing with it, didn't I? Just had to. Because it
kept feeling better and better and BETTER! So how much better could it
GET? I had no idea, but I was going to find out. When I wet the bed,
well, I just had a bad dream, that's all. Surely that would be OK. And
anyway, I wasn't going to do it again, but just this one time... and when
it hit, it felt like an electric shock. A WONDERFUL electric shock that
just went down my spine and ended up right down there! And my penis
started quivering and for about thirty seconds (even if it seemed a lot
longer at the time) it wouldn't STOP. It just felt better and better! And
then it quit and felt sort of lifeless. Oh NO! I'd KILLED it!

Which is why I didn't mess around with it anymore that night. But the
next morning when I woke up, it seemed OK. (Whew!) And when I got into
the shower I was checking it real close just to make sure and it started
sticking out in front of me and that funny tickling sensation was coming
back, sooo... "Well let's just try a little experiment here"... and it
worked. When I started, I wasn't really planned on making it quiver
again, but then willpower never was one of my strong points anyway.

So that was my first eureka moment. Followed quickly by yet another when
it dawned on me just how close Nicky and I had been to causing that
wonderful thing to happen when we were tickling each other down there.
And while at first I was just going to tell him about it; sort of like
"You won't pee. Really. Nothing comes out at all. But boy, when it
happens, well, you'll see. You just will not BE-LIEVE it!"; but then an
even better idea occurred to me.

So while we were walking to the school bus stop that morning I told Mandy
we were going to play headhunters that afternoon, but she had to promise
to stay away because that was when I was going to tell Nicky about
Saturday. "Because at first" I cautioned her, "he might not want to do
it, but I'm pretty sure I can talk him into it. OK?" Well, it was fine
with her because she was going to be at Julie's anyway.

"But you're not going to tell her about it yet are you?"

No, she'd wait until sometime next week. I was relieved, because I just
wasn't sure about Julie yet. Because she was good looking. I was 11 and
shy around girls. Sometimes I didn't like them at all, sometimes I
thought some of them were good looking but I didn't know how to act.
Mandy? Well, she was just my sister, so that was different. I guess she
was cute in a tomboyish sort of way, but I hadn't ever thought about it
that much.

But anyway. That afternoon when I first suggested a quick game of Amazon
headhunters, Nicky didn't want to. This wasn't starting out too good.

"But why not? Mandy's over at Julie's, so you don't have to worry about
HER showing up, so why not?"

"Because she still MIGHT, that's why. I don't trust her." No, this wasn't
working out very well at ALL.

"Well OK. We won't take our clothes off then. We'll just pretend I'm an
escaped convict and I'm hiding in the barn, only you don't know that. So
you walk in and I'll capture you, OK?"

"That's all?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it" I said somewhat mysteriously.

"Well, what fun is THAT?"

I heaved an exasperated sigh. "Well OK. I'll probably have to torture you
some more too. Because you know where the hidden treasure is."

"I will if you hide up in the loft. Cause that way I can see if your
sister shows up. And THIS time we're not going to just throw our clothes
down on the ground either. OK?"

Well, if he wasn't going to play with her around, he just wasn't, that's
all. Me and her could still play, even if I liked the idea of him being
in on it a lot better. But even so, I still had that surprise in store
for him. And it sure was. A surprise. We BOTH were surprised. But I'll
get to that shortly.

Yes. He climbed up into the loft completely unaware of the danger that
lurked near by. I jumped out and said "Hold it! Right there! Don't you
even move a MUSCLE!"

Nicky exclaimed, "Why ain't you got your clothes on??!!?"

Just thought it would be kind of fun, that's all, but darkly I replied,
"Because I lost them when I was escaping from the police. And now I need
YOURS! ALL of them!"

Recovering quickly from his initial shock, Nicky begged, "Oh no! Please
don't hurt me!"

"Lay down on the floor!" I snarled, then quickly added, "Now you're tied
up OK? And you should be on your back. But you're still tied up, OK?"

"OK" quavered Nicky, "but please don't hurt me!"

And so he lay down on the floor and I YANKED his soccer shorts and undies
right OFF of him. His shirt I didn't need. "Now. Where's the gold? You
gonna tell me, or am I going to have to torture you?"

"WHAT gold?" he giggled. It looked fairly promising as his little chubby
was already pointing up and I hadn't even touched it yet. His was
probably not even three inches, but bigger around. (I figured I needed to
mention that at some point and now's as good a place as any I guess.)

"I'm warning you, if I start torturing you, I might not stop!"

"Oh yeah? I DARE you!"

So I did. I tickled him down there very briefly and then unexpectedly
started pulling on it. Because that's what did it for me. And Nicky's
giggles were suddenly replaced with panting and sharp intakes of breath
and a concerned look. "Seth! Time... out!" he managed.

"Where's the gold?"

"It's... it's... Seth, you better... the gold's over THERE!...the gold
... oh shit... Seth? SETH??? ... oh boy... you better... not...DO-

And we have ignition!! (Had.) Well whatever, Nicky had just sat up and
was about to grab my hand when KAPOW! it hit him. Except his didn't
quiver like mine, HIS started jerking like a chicken with it's head cut
off. And I was BEGINNING to think it wasn't going to STOP. Which would be
sort of hard to explain. I was thinking, "Oh man, now I have DONE it!"
How was I to know he was allergic to it? I just thought it would do like
mine and he'd be real happy.

Not all prepubescent orgasms are the same. I believe I read that in
Masters and Johnson. A few years later. At Vanderbilt University so just
hush, all right? But anyway, this is what I learned. In some instances
the prepubecent penis would barely quiver and apparently the kid hardly
even knew anything had happened, but in other instances the orgasm
possibly could last for over five minutes and the kid might even pass
out. (!!!)

Fortunately Nicky's only lasted about a minute. Even if it seemed much
longer than that while it was happening. And he didn't pass out. Him
passing OUT on me may well have ended my voyage of sexual discovery for
quite some time. Think about it. My best friend's unconscious and it's
all my fault. For all I know, he's DYING. So I've GOT to get help. But
his folks aren't home. And neither are mine. So would I remember 9-1-1?
Or would I go flying out to the highway and THEN remember 9-1-1?
Hopefully I would at least remember to jerk my damn clothes on, but under
the circumstances, who knows? And it might help if I were to jerk HIS
back on while I was at it, but again who KNOWS? And besides, it wouldn't
matter anyway, because I would have to tell whoever what happened. Now
just try explaining THAT. "Now slow down son. You did WHAT?" To say the
least, it would have been fairly catastrophic.

But he didn't pass out and it was over in about a minute. Then in an
out-of-breath tone of voice he said, "WOW!"

Still pretty deeply concerned I asked, "You all right?"

"HO-LY...never mind... THAT was UNREAL!"

"So you ARE all right then."

"WOW!! ... my cousin? ... You don't know him. But... but anyway see...
last summer he ... My dad always said not to let him talk me into going
off... you know, just me and him? ... he said... well, it doesn't matter
but... my cousin? The one I was talking about? Sometimes he'd ask me
stuff like did I ever beat off? And I didn't know what he was talking
about and he made it sound real dirty and all but... but now I do!"

"Now you do what?" I'm sure you can see where I might have gotten a
little lost.

"Now I know what it feels like and it feels GREAT!"

Well that was good. "So ...umm ... so do you ...maybe-"

"So you want me to capture you now?"

And so I agreed that he could. And it was FAN-TAS-TIC! Even if mine only
quivered again. Well naturally seeing as how he'd survived, I was hoping
mine would do that too. But no, it wouldn't. But oh well, it still felt
good. One good thing about a fundamentalist upbringing is that there is
just so MUCH to discover and everything even remotely CONNECTED to sex is
equally damning so why not just...

But then maybe I shouldn't give the rest of the story away right now. So
forget I said that. Almost said it. Whatever. You have no idea what's
going to happen. And considering just how little we knew at the time,
there's no telling WHAT'S going to happen. Really. Including whether I
was even going to talk Nicky into letting Mandy play with us. And I know
exactly how that sounds. And while that wasn't what I MEANT, that's how
Nicky took it as well.

I took a deep breath and said "Mandy wants to play with us Saturday."

"No way!" said Nicky, I don't WANT her seeing my-".

I interrupted "But she's just going to let us capture her, that's all."

"Yeah, but... Well, I don't want her to mess with it, that's all."

"But we're going to torture HER!"

His jaw dropped open. Yeah, he was interested all right. Finally he
managed, "You mean... Well... is she going to be... well you know... is
she going to be... like naked?" Almost in a whisper he said that.

Yes, it seemed to be going better now, but I still needed to cement the
deal. So I guessed I'd better explain how this was supposed to go down.
"Well..." Except I hadn't worked any of that out with Mandy yet. How WAS
it supposed to go down? After we captured her, THEN what? But she did say
we COULD. And she said that right after she saw me naked and I wanted to
see her naked and she almost DID, so I GUESS...

"Well, is she? ... Gonna be... naked?" That was Nicky again, by the way.

"Yes" I finally decided. "I mean not at first, but see, she's going to
pretend she's a missionary, OK? And we're going to be naked headhunters
again and she's going to be wearing-"

"But I don't want to be naked!"

"Well she is-"

"But you just said she wasn't."

"She's going to be wearing a real old dress that they're going to give to
the Goodwill store because see, when we capture her, we're going to rip
it off!"

"And everything else too."

"Yes! EVERYthing! And THEN we're going to torture her! All OVER!"

And at that point he REALLY started getting interested. I could tell. We
were fully dressed again, but I could still tell. Because I really
started getting interested at that point myself. Just how interested
Mandy would be in all this, I wasn't completely sure about. "Shit!" I
THOUGHT to myself, "now I'm going to have to talk some more to her TOO!"
Because it sure sounded like a good idea to me. Prior to that moment I
hadn't gotten beyond just seeing her naked, but... well, after we
captured her, just what did she THINK was going to happen? I mean really
now-

Nicky wondered, "Do you think Mandy's pretty?"

I shrugged. "Well, she's my sister. So I haven't ever thought about it
all that much, but MAYBE she is. She's cute maybe."

"Yeah, she's cute. And she's starting to get boobs too. What about Julie?
You think SHE'S cute?"

"Well... yeah" I admitted.

"Yeah, I think so too. And HER boobs are bigger than Mandy's!" (Which
really wasn't saying a lot, but yeah, they were. I'd noticed that
myself.)

"So" I said hopefully, "You going to play? You know, us and Mandy?"

"Well... I GUESS so", (YES! FINALLY!) "but... I still don't want to be
naked." (Oh. Mandy's not gonna go for that, no way. Damn!) I was thinking
cuss words several times a day by then, and this sure deserved one.
Shoot! (Well, I had to get USED to it, you know.)

But then a light bulb went off in my head. "Well, what about loin clothes
then?" (The loin clothes we'd fashioned never seemed to be all that
secure anyway. One yank and it was all over.)

"Well OK." (FINALLY!) "I will if she's not wearing anything underneath
her dress. Deal?"

(!!!) (I never thought of that. Oh MAN! Mandy was going to be walking
around without her panties on! Oh boy oh boy oh... if I could talk her
into it... Well, we'd cross that bridge when we got to it.) "Deal" I said
with all the solemnity I could manage and we shook on it. (YES!)

Then I tortured him again and he tortured me. Then it was time to go
home. But APPARENTLY this torture was causing Nicky to have some second
thoughts about things. Because after the second torture session was
finished he went, "Hey Seth. You think maybe Mandy could capture us later
on?"

Yeah, she might I said. Then I skipped home.

So. I'd FINALLY hammered out Nicky's end of the deal. But now I needed to
present the proposal to Mandy. But how was I to do this? While we're
doing the dishes. She washed, I dried. We'd talk very quietly. Then after
the dishes were done, we did our homework at the kitchen table. So we
could slip notes back and forth. Mom and dad would be in the living room
doing standard mom and dad stuff like reading the paper and crocheting
and chatting quietly and watching TV as long as there was something
decent on.

So soon as we started on the dishes I said quietly, "Nicky said OK, but
he wants us to be... (and I said this VERY quietly) "wearing loin
clothes" and then when she gave me a look like "!!???!!!" I quickly
added, "but don't worry, they pull loose real easy. You're struggling,
right? So just accidentally grab at it, that's all. ... And I'll let mine
accidentally come off anyway. OK?"

So she thought about it briefly, then brightened and shook her head yes.
(Oh boy! She really was going to- No, wait a minute. There's something
else. And THIS might be tricky.)

"Because see" I said very quietly, "Nicky's just shy. Around girls, I
mean. So he wasn't going to do it at all, but then he said he would, you
know, if he could wear a loin cloth, and really, they're HARD to keep up
cause we just pull them up over our belts is all-"

"Well, I said OK didn't I?"

"Not so loud!"

"I said OK" she whispered.

"But there is one other thing."

"What?"

"You can't be wearing anything... under your dress. ... OK?"

Which resulted in another one of those looks. "!!!??!!!" Like that. Then
she looked away quickly and whispered, "Well, let me think about it, OK?"

Well at least she hadn't said "Over my dead body" yet. And so we silently
finished the dishes and I hoped.

Then we silently started doing our homework. All that silence was
starting to wear on me, so finally I hurriedly scribbled out a note and
pushed it to her. It read, "So is that all right?"

She quickly wrote out a reply. And it read, "I'm still thinking about
it."

I looked at her questioningly, so she pulled the note back and added a
short postscript. Which she underlined. So then it read, "I'm still
thinking about it, DAMN IT!"

Which of course caused my head to jerk up and my eyes to widen. She
sniggered. She'd REALLY gone off the deep end! So I wrote back, "Well
don't think about it too long, damn it!" The Kitchen Table Rebellion.
I'll never forget it.

Yeah, well, she finally wadded note #1 up, made a quick trip to the
bathroom and flushed it. Then she started another note. Which was fairly
long. Or at least Compared to note #1 it was. It read, "I wasn't going to
wear my bra anyway. Because it's the only one I have." (It was her
training bra. Which I found out about later.) (And oh by the way, "bra"
was another magic word.) The note continued. "So I was going to put it in
a bag along with my good clothes. The bag will be in the barn for after
we get through playing. So I guess I can put my panties in there too.
OK?" And I read that note. And then I started hyperventilating. I almost
silently mouthed, "You mean-"

She nodded yes. Only I was still having trouble believing it. I squeaked,
"Really?" But it was a very small squeak. Barely audible.

She scribbled another note. "That's what Nicky wanted wasn't it?"

I scribbled back, "Yes, damn it!"

And SHE scribbled back, "So no DAMN panties then. Just the dress and my
sandals, OK?"

Snigger snigger. Then she wrote another note. "You think Julie's pretty?"

Yes I did, but I was conflicted about it. I've already mentioned that,
remember? So I shrugged.

"Well, I do" she whispered. "And next week? Maybe Monday after school?
She's going to play with us too!"

(!!!???!!!!) That was my look. Seven whole damn exclamation points. I was
VERY conflicted. (And she also said she wasn't going to SAY anything
about it to her, but now she had. So she KNEW!) Well, like I just said, I
was a bit conflicted about all this.

So it took me a long time to go to sleep that night as well.

Even if part of the reason was that I wanted to see just how many times I
could make it quiver.

Six?

Well, I'm not really sure about the sixth time because it seemed like it
was just about pooped out. And it was getting sore, too. So I guessed it
might be a good idea not to bother it any more. In fact I guessed I'd
leave it alone until Saturday. Because THEN...

It's really a wonder I got ANY sleep that night.




And so the scene is set. Finally. I hope no one is upset over the fact
that I took two chapters in setting it up, but I felt it was necessary.
But at any rate, come next chapter it's Saturday, OK? In the story it's
Saturday. So stay tuned.

And I would like to thank again all of you who sent comments about
chapter 1. It was greatly appreciated.

So Happy New Year to all and to all a.... pay raise? To help with
Christmas?

Well, Happy New Year anyway. And comments are still welcomed. Or at least
I think they will be.


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